Jerome's POV
I glanced at Vana; brows raised at me. “I did. It’s easy to solve it actually, since she chose a direct, simple course of action,” I said.
I bobbed towards the direction where the team headed, gesturing at Vana for us to follow and tail them. Considering the evidence we found on the crime scene and the victim’s body, its easy to tell how the crime is committed.
“Around midnight is when Ms. Bella was knocked out by the robber. Around three is when Wina woke up in Ms. Bella’s body,” Vana stated, as we follow the team.
“After she woke up, Ms. Wina made her move and attacked Mr. Plaid. What I believe to have happened is that Mr. Plaid realized the dragon egg was stolen, and when he entered the vault, he was knocked out by Ms. Wina who came to try to murder him,” I explained.
“From there, the vic
Vana's POV“That’s it?” I wondered, slightly annoyed at how things are ending.“What?” the Chairman said in surprise.“That’s it? No seeing the end results of the mission. No other loose ends. Just a mission and an unexpected investigation,” I scowled in irritation.“Something wrong with that? Don’t you want to get back to the academy?” Jerome asked, raising a brow at me in astoundment.I do wish I can go back to the academy soon, but not everything in this situation sits right with me. Especially not in our mission and that robbery case. I have a feeling that something intentional is at play and I can’t quite put my fingers around it yet.All I know is something else behind the scenes.“Is there something you want to say, Vana?” Ms. Angel
Jerome's POV“Because I believe this would change everything between us; and everything we believed about our guilds,” Vana stated.“Excuse me? Pardon?” I scoffed, staring at Vana with confusion and spite.First of all, I don’t even know where she got these letters from. I’m not stupid enough to fall for a trick she may or may not have come up with. And how in the world did she got her hands on these letters?“Just—” she said, cutting herself off as she scratches the back of her head. “Just read it. You’ll understand what I’m trying to say once you do,” she said, persuading me. “How can I understand when I have no idea what I’m getting myself into? Vana is telling me that the contents of this letter changes everything between us. There is nothing between us. She said it&rsq
Vana's POV“I knew I could count on you. Let me introduce myself again to you, may I? I’m Vana Farasol,” she mused, grinning. “It’s a pleasure to work with you.”Jerome stood blank and in awe after I reintroduce myself. I smirked, letting him know that the person he’ll be working with is not someone from a rival guild, but a girl with aspirations of being a detective.It would be better if he thinks of me that way. A girl, a classmate, a schoolmate, a junior detective. Anything, as long as he wouldn’t think of me as someone that is a member of the Green Serpent.“Did you have to reintroduce yourself?” Jerome wondered, baffled.“We started off on the wrong foot, might as well restart since we’ll be working together,” I mused.A small smile flickered on his lips. &ldq
Vana's POVMy heart pounded as the ship finally docks, my chest drumming against my ears. The deans are not the reason for my nervousness, it’s those S-class students that gathered to welcome Jerome. S-class students in the academy are notorious for their authority and power over lower class levels, to the point that even the faculty is overlooking their behavior.“You hate our presence that much?” Jerome wondered without glancing at my direction, reading my mind.“Yeah… it’s frightening,” I admitted with a wry smile.The plank fell on the dock, creating a bridge between the dock and the ship. I froze on my spot, intimidated by the pressure coming from the S-class wizards. I could feel them staring—if not glaring—at my direction.They are probably wondering why a B-class student like me is doing with the most p
Vana's POV“Jamra, you better have an explanation to this,” I said, lips quivering.The lounge is cluttered with broken furniture, every item made of glass or porcelain shattered on the floor. The sofa’s cushions were ripped into shreds, cotton flying out of the cuts. The walls were painted in splashes of colors, ruining the plain color of it.I clenched my fist as soon as the situation sunk in my head, gritting my teeth as a glare form in my eyes. I don’t need to ask who did this mess, it’s obvious who the culprits are. No wonder there’s no students lingering around our hallway; they’re scared of being a target.“Since when did this start?” I asked, my voice grim.Jamra flinched out of fright, lowering her gaze down. “Since you were gone,” she answered.I bit my lip, cursing u
Vana's POVI cussed in a whisper under my breath as I head back to the dormitory, grabbing my sickles from our room. I wrapped the belt strap with the holsters of my weapon on my waist, before leaving and heading to the cafeteria in the basement floor of the dormitory building.Instead of going through the castle building, I chose to cross the welcome plaza to head to the west bridge where the training grounds and facilities are. I finished the food at the entrance of the training ground, peeking inside to search for Professor Zander.The training grounds were constructed to have a rounded shape, with high dome ceilings, and covered with a later of magic barrier. Each training ground can hold up to ten students at a time, with its vast space and sky ceilings serving as a small space for their personal training.Training grounds aren’t equipped with certain training, magic, and
Jerome's POV “Professor, are you here—Geh!” I exclaimed, finding Professor Zander slumped down on one of the benches inside the training ground. I startled myself after seeing him in such a state, accidentally slamming the door on the wall. I just arrived after sneaking away from the S-class goons, and I cam here only to find Professor Zander glooming in distress. What the heck, what happened to him? “Uh… Professor, what are you doing?” I asked, approaching him as I scratch the back of my head. Professor’s head was laid low, elbows propped on his knees as if he’s grieving. “Contemplating my life choices,” he said, looking down on the ground. “I don’t know if you know, but a student of mine is suffering from bullying, and I can’t do anything to help that person.” I raised a brow at him. He’s acting like the world is falling apart because of his bullied student. But, if I remember correctly, the students he personally train are only S-class students. And none of us in the S-class a
Vana's POV I made haste as I head to Professor Zander’s training ground, leaving the guidance office as soon as I can. I’d rather study and be taught by Professor Zander than be stuck getting lectured by Professor Isla inside the guidance office. Jerome also looked to be in a hurry as he went away and out of the room before I could stand up from my seat. He hates the lectures more than I do. He probably prefers Professor Zander’s study session that this as well, since he also have those for a week. I arrived at the training ground in time, not bothering bringing my weapons nor changing into my battle uniform. I won’t be training for a week so I might as well skip the whole “changing into battle gears” thing. I entered inside the training ground, halting in my step as my eyes caught glimpse of Jerome from a distant. I blinked. Why is Jerome here? He was seated on the bench and